Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Win , by - Tee Grizzley. Release date: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Win |
| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win |
| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live |
| First nigga in my family with some legal bread |
| Had to risk it all just to win big |
| I could stack them hunnids to the roof |
| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon |
| Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food |
| Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby) |
| 90's baby but I get to that money like '86 again |
| Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again |
| Gotta thank God for that prison bid |
| Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again |
| Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses |
| Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr) |
| You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught |
| Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off) |
| Free Mar Mar, he innocent |
| I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit |
| Bitches love me, they go crazy 'bout that real nigga shit |
| Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant |
| If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga |
| I’ll drop a bird on your head |
| That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head |
| Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man |
| When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost |
| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win |
| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live |
| First nigga in my family with some legal bread |
| Had to risk it all just to win big |
| I could stack them hunnids to the roof |
| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon |
| Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food |
| Anybody go against me gotta lose |
| 700K in here and my bag in this room |
| But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room? |
| I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands |
| If you think I’m 'bout to let him leave alive, you a fool |
| Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real) |
| And let me know that they ain’t know me 'fore I came out |
| Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out |
| But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out |
| Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch |
| I could’ve killed her lil' dirty ungrateful ass |
| But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date a rat |
| Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back |
| Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that |
| Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that |
| The Mustang used to always run out of gas |
| Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga |
| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win |
| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live |
| First nigga in my family with some legal bread |
| Had to risk it all just to win big |
| I could stack them hunnids to the roof |
| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon |
| Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food |
| Anybody go against me gotta lose |
| I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around |
| Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around |
| They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down |
| Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around |
| Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around |
| Can’t be around on choppers, yeah okay that’s three around |
| Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down |
| After I fuck, never again will she be around |
| It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down |
| These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about |
| He shot at me, and that’s somethin' I can’t sleep about |
| Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr) |
| How you gon' motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit? |
| This what they like, so I’ma make the shit |
| But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit |
| So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga |
| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win |
| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live |
| First nigga in my family with some legal bread |
| So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib |
| I could stack them hunnids to the roof |
| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon, nigga |
| Without me, my family wouldn’t have food |
| Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga |